I am a leather Goddess, and My leather boy must crawl on his knees behind Me and worship My leather coat. I love how the leather feels, the way it smells, the sound it makes. I like to dress My boys in leather too. My servant sit gets aroused whenever he sees Me wearing leather; he's addicted to leather and would love to kiss and show adoration to it. Yet he willingly fulfills his duty as My human ashtray and spittoon when I need one. Because that is his role and his obedient compliance to My needs means he keeps his mouth open and tongue out, ready to accept My ash and smoke, and even the ... Show more